Agency Amur. 1 dozen stories. Leon Malin

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      Victoria and I were sitting in the office and wondering how else (on which side) to approach the task of finding someone else’s mistress. Vika was sitting at her computer, I’m at my own. She threw her leg behind her leg and I involuntarily threw glances at her naked legs, much higher than the knees… We looked at Irina’s activities in social networks. We found several of its pages and tried to find out that it is possible to squeeze out of them. Irina did not answer any direct requests in the networks. Her friends? But we did not know which of them was closer to the wanted one, and who was next. To ask at random about Irina was meaningless. So far we knew only one person close to her, her husband. It was necessary to get to know him better. But from which edge do we approach? After reflection, I decided to act out of the blue. Through a computer (under a special program), I, wearing headphones, called Irina’s husband.

      – Igor Viktorovich? Hello. You are worried about the investigator Mikhailov, the Central Department of Internal Affairs. We are looking for your wife, Irina Andreevna Alferov, who is a witness in the criminal case. How can I see her?

      “I do not know where she is.”

      “But you are her husband?”

      – Yes, we are married, but rather formally. In fact, we do not live together.

      – And where it can be found?

      – I can not even imagine.

      “Who can know where it is?” Girlfriends, relatives…

      “I have no contacts.”

      So the “thread of her husband” was cut short. And Irina revealed the first lie about his jealousy. But where do you still look for a man in a multimillion-dollar city? Although, there was still a clue about the work. We must go there.

      Irina’s boss also introduced myself as investigator Mikhailov, waving red “crusts” of his alleged police certificate from afar.

      “How can I find Irina Andreevna?”

      “She has not been with us for more than two weeks.”

      Is she on vacation or on sick leave?

      – I do not know. The thing is that Irina Andreevna works for us on a free schedule, this is not her main place of work.

      – And where is the main?

      – I do not know this.

      – Do you have any records about where she works, where she lives?

      – I think no. However, now we’ll see.

      But his search was not crowned with success. What the firm does and what Irina did here, I really did not understand.

      Among the owners of urban real estate was listed Alferova Irina Andreevna, her property was a three-room apartment in the Vyborgsky district. I went there too. But the apartment turned out to be let out, its tenants of contacts of the mistress could not give me. My (our) searches have reached a dead end. It was even possible to call hospitals and morgues, but this also did not bring results. There was nothing to do, how to call the customer and to inform that we are powerless to help him…

      What if? I had an incredible idea in my head.

      – Vikusya, would you like to go on a business trip to the resort?

      – On a business trip? To the resort? Want!!!

      – Take us two tickets for tomorrow, we’ll go to a week in Sochi.

      The next day, my assistant and I were already in the car of the SV (coupe for two) in the direction of the glorious Black Sea city of Sochi. I flew there, of course, and the plane, but I was afraid of planes and Vika knew about it. The mood was upbeat, vacation. In the end, maybe I have (and we have) a vacation. Outside the window stood a quiet beginning of autumn, it’s time to dip your warmed-up (hard work) city body into a fresh sea wave. I lay in my place, solving scanners, Vika on my own, flipping through the ladies’ magazine. In the evening we went to a restaurant, had a good supper and took a bottle of red wine with us in the compartment.

      – Oleg, – said Vika, – just do not think to stick to me at night.

      “I did not mean to.” After all, we are at work, and you are my subordinate. Why do we need this “service romance”?

      I was already asleep when my naked assistant squeezed under me. Honestly, I secretly counted on it…

      Arriving in Sochi, we first went to the hotel, where Sergei lived and met with Irina. Introducing investigator Mikhailov (I was given this investigator Mikhailov) from St. Petersburg, I presented a photo of Irina porter. He identified in it our “suspect”. And told the room number in which she was supposed to be. The bird was in a cage!

      We settled with Vika in another hotel, more modest, why were we so glamorous? They put themselves in order, outlined a plan of action. In the morning we went to car dealerships, suits and jewelry stores. I chose a bright red cabriolet and a coffee-colored suit with milk. On the finger, I put a ring from an incredible size with a red stone, and on the neck a thick golden chain. My watch was good, as were the shoes. Playing a finger with a heavy jewel, I settled down with a cup of coffee in the foyer of Irina’s hotel. Before I had finished my coffee, an “object” appeared on the stairs. Irina walked by the arm with a young man. Our eyes met her. Her look, it seems, favorably took my costume and my ring with a chain. And maybe I myself, I did not want to exclude that either. When the couple came up to me, I got up and said:

      – Girl, this is not you dropped?

      And I gave Irina a small rose, which I had bought in advance. She blushed, smiled, and her gentleman gave me a contemptuous-angry look. A few minutes later Ira returned alone.

      “Thank you, young man, you are very kind.”

      – My name is Oleg, – I stood up.

      – Irina, – and they gave me a hand, which I kissed.

      – Irina, will you compose a company for me to ride around the city, see the local sights?

      – If you wait for me half an hour, I will. She smiled coquettishly.

      Half an hour later we were driving along the red beautiful car to Sochi. I did not know the city at all and moved at random. Riding, I invited the girl to the cafe. We drank a cup of coffee with cakes.

      – What are you doing, Oleg?

      – I have a small business, a network of gas stations throughout the country. I am also engaged in real estate, houses in Europe, the Emirates, the United States. And what are you doing?

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